The Snowpocalypse

Mara and I heard about the storm on Sunday night, just as we were getting re-settled into our room.

Now, I’ve always been skeptical about winter storms. It probably comes from living in Michigan, where the weatherman never predicts the worst, but always overpredicts the mild. I don’t remember the last time a storm was actually as severe as said it would be.

Besides, I like snowstorms more than thunderstorms now that I’m living in New York City. Walking in the snow is much easier than walking in the rain. When it’s light, it can even be enjoyable.

Walking to my first class on Monday morning, I remained confident in my analysis. The sun was shining, the sidewalks were mostly clear, and my professor didn’t mention anything about the oncoming snowpocalypse. Everything was business as usual.

I headed to work around 11. After clocking in, things started to get hectic. The sun stopped shining, the snow started coming down, and all of our computer systems crashed along with it.

I spent the next four hours running around behind the desk, trying to manually check-out patrons while explaining to them why I couldn’t access their library information.

Meanwhile, we couldn’t check-in any books without the system, so the carts started to pile up behind me. Even though I knew I’d be long gone by the time the full-timers would have to play catch-up, it was overwhelming.

Around one o’clock, a manager came to the desk and told us the university would be closing at four. We were relieved, to say the least. We weren’t sure how much longer we could handle the oncoming slew of students.

My shift ended. I clocked out, changed into my boots, and headed to Weinstein. I hadn’t eaten yet that day.

Walking through the snow was brutal. The street corners were the worst. There were times I couldn’t even see where I was going, despite my glasses. And that was only a five-minute walk.

I ducked into Weinstein. While I ate, the University announced it would be closed Tuesday, as well.

After lunch, I stuck in my headphones, snapped a few pictures, and headed to Food Emporium.

My black coat was completely white by the time I got to the store, and my face was considerably pink. I wasn’t expecting the onslaught of people waiting in lines that roped all the way through the store.

Luckily, I was able to go through the speed-registers. I felt awful for the people with carts full of food. You’d have thought they were planning on being snowed-in for a week.

I put my items in a plastic bag, paid, and left. My dorm is only a block away, so I was inside and warm within ten minutes. I settled in and waited for the worst to come.

It’s Tuesday now – and the world is starting to get back in order. Not so bad. Excited for the next time!


New Challenges

Starting the spring semester has come with its share of difficulties.

In some ways, it’s been much easier than moving in for the fall semester. Everything is already here, my relationship with my roommates is already established, I know my way around campus, and I’m comfortable at work.

I know where to buy affordable groceries, my textbooks have been cheaper, my room is more fashionably decorated, and I have a usable umbrella. Plus, I have a boyfriend who loves to call and Skype – which makes everything less stressful.

So, I guess you could say that I’m familiar with my surroundings.

But there are the downfalls. I have one more person to miss. I had to leave my family (again). And I was sick the entire way home.

Luckily, I made it to Manhattan without any projectile vomiting. I got off the bus and ordered a cab. Getting out of the cab and into my building was the most difficult part of the trip. No one helped me open the door (even though there were 10-15 people standing right there).

When I finally got up to my room, there was no one there. That was a little odd, but I’d also gotten home a day early, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. I got myself unpacked, tried to breathe for a couple seconds, then set out on my errands.

I hadn’t eaten all day, so I made a shopping list with a few food items, a new toothbrush and toothpaste, and laundry detergent. After stopping at Walgreens, I ran over to Food Emporium (my affordable shopping hot-spot) and got what I needed for dinner.

After dinner, I crashed. I didn’t wake up until noon today.

I’m feeling better now, but I’m nervous about starting class tomorrow. Between classes and work, I’ll be out from nine o’clock in the morning until eleven o’clock at night. Then again, that’s thirty-three percent of my week.

And, since we’re having a historic blizzard tomorrow night through Wednesday morning, I’m assuming I’ll have some canceled classes (and maybe canceled work) on Tuesday and Wednesday. Two feet of snow can do a lot in Manhattan. This week is probably not going to go as planned.

That doesn’t stop me from being concerned about my workload. Last semester, I had a class I didn’t even need to attend to pass, so it was like having three classes instead of four. Now, I have four full classes, and they’re all going to require my full attention.

As long as I’m not writing three papers a week, I think I’ll be alright. But it’s going to take a few weeks to gauge the level of difficulty. Let’s hope it’s low enough to allow for weekend excursions and volunteer activities.

Talk again soon!

Returning to Manhattan

I haven’t had the opportunity to update my blog the way I thought I would over winter break. I also haven’t had the chance to visit my old high school, see my extended family, or party with my friends.

In fact, I’ve spent ninety-nine percent of the time at home with my family, at Dawn’s house, or with Austin (her cousin/my boyfriend).

It almost feels like I never left home. NYU feels like a distant memory – something I dreamed up but never really did. Going back is going to feel either extremely surreal or altogether too normal. I’m not sure which one scares me most.

I thought coming home would be awkward. I thought that my parents wouldn’t know exactly how to treat me, or that I’d have to act like a guest here. And, at first, that’s how it was. But we got back into our routine in a week or two.

Today is January 17th. I have exactly one week until I have to get back on a bus and head to Manhattan for the spring semester. And, though there are many reasons for me to want to stay home, I’m trying to find just as many reasons to be excited about going back.

First of all, my classes are officially scheduled. My textbooks are ordered and on their way. And, because these classes go directly toward my major, I’m genuinely excited to start them.

Second, there’s work. I miss the library and I’m excited to get back.

It’s been a much-needed break – and it’s reaffirmed my decision to transfer to MSU. But we have more adventures to share.

Until then!